Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Citizenship
Map
Regional Message Board
Search
Factbooks

Latest News:
Reclusive Nation of Novistrad Comes Out of the Closet | Lord Septish and Queen Caroline Discuss the Fate of Anglea & Cambria | The Supreme Union Ramps Up for the Ninth Council Election | Anglea's 'Rapid Reformation' concludes with new constitution established | Sarosian, Mastropan and Gorvikian delegates offended and insulted after disastrous Castratene conference | Powell and Caroline resolve diplomatic dispute over RSS Lamberg
Constitution
Welcome to the Supreme Union. We hope you enjoy your visit.

We're a NationStates community with a focus on vibrant role play, democratic governance and thoughtful discussion.

You are currently viewing this forum as a guest. If you would like to get involved in our community, become a citizen here.

If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features!

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
ACTUAL Press Conference, Konigmark; This is the real one, people
Topic Started: Jul 29 2014, 01:31 AM (629 Views)
Santa Colona
Member Avatar
Principality of Santa Colona

Posted Image
Posted Image

Principality of Santa Colona
Crowned Prince Bakar I Falkasantos
First of His Name
Head of the Reformed Colonese Church
Defender of the Faith
Savior of the Basque People
Protector of the Realm
Crowned Prince of Santa Colona and Her Colonies
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Gorvikia
Member Avatar
The Real Slim Shady

Department of Foreign Affairs
Kaliningrad, Rusnya


Secretary Oesterle walked with a middle-aged worker at the Department of Foreign Affairs named Edwin Novak. In Oesterle's hands was the communique from Konigmark, inviting representatives from the nations of Noverra to attend a press conference in the city of Zhukograd.

"We'll be needing you to fly to Zhukograd by tomorrow, Edwin," said Oesterle. "Our interaction with Konigmark has been lacking in modern times, so we should take advantage of them reaching out."

"Of course, Mr. Secretary," said Novak. "However, isn't their reputation less than stellar? Do we really want to associate with them?"

Oesterle shook his head, continuing to walk the halls of the Department with Novak, "Not at all, my friend. We don't conduct economic or military relations with communists. However, we should still at least have diplomatic relations nonetheless. The more we know, the more we'll be prepared to deal with them in the future if we have to."


Official Communique: Rusnyan Department of Foreign Affairs
 


To the government of the People's Republic of Konigmark,

We shall gladly send a representative of the Rusnyan government to your government's conference in Zhukograd. We look forward to attending and interacting with your nation and its people.

Sincerely,

Irwin Oesterle
Secretary of Foreign Affairs
Posted Image
The Empire of Gorvikia
Emperor Lucius IX Azbrani, King of Kings, Lord of Lords
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Mastropa
Member Avatar
Zinovios Mesolongias, Epistatis

Anax Kerameikos considered the invitation in his hand for a moment, before looking up at Basileus Kifisia. “What do we know about Konigmark?” he asked.

“Nothing, sir,” the basileus said. “Or virtually nothing. Until recently, they have been extremely secretive. It is only within the last couple of days that we were able to determine the nation’s existence, in fact. Before now, the Office of Observation and Communication had assumed that all observable actions in that region of Victorium had been the work of Rendaria, Verskana, or the Dawinian occupation forces.” Kifisia looked down at the clipboard in her hand. “What we do know is that the nation is highly militarized, and my office can only assume that it is also highly autocratic. While it is unlikely that a nation so far away, and with no quarrel with the rest of Noverra, would pose a threat to Achaian Peloponnese, I would highly recommend sending someone to this conference, if only to determine how the rest of the world is going to react to this newcomer to the world stage.”

Kerameikos nodded. “In that case, I will draft an acceptance letter. Send whomever you believe will be best for this duty, Kifisia. I am curious, but this is matter is not a priority.”

Basileus Kifisia nodded. “I will send word to Ambassador Rodos to prepare for a journey to Victorium,” she said.

“See to it,” Kerameikos ordered as he reached for his stationery and a pen.

To Minister Bolton of the Democratic People's Republic of Konigmark:
Kerameikos, anax of the Achaians, sends Greetings!

Please expect a representative of the government of Achaian Peloponnese to attend your diplomatic conference in Zhukograd. I and my ministers and basileis look forward to learning more about the nation of Konigmark, and the role it intends to take up now that it has entered the international theater.

Ambassador Rodos will see you shortly in Zhukograd.

Kerameikos
Anax and Defender
Achaian Peloponnese
Posted Image
MAKARIA to the Achaian People:
Be as Many as the Stars
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Sviardia-Nordrvegria
Member Avatar
Dicktator Dimi

Quote:
 

Posted Image

Senatus Popolusque Valkanus
Republicae Foederalis Valkaniae
Ministerium De Externa

The Senate and the People of Valkany
Federative Republic of Valkany
Ministry of Foreign Affairs


To the attention of the Konigmarki government,

Your Excellencies,

We will send our Ambassador in Zhukograd, Ms. Domitia Aurelia Zardica to your press to conference as our fully authorized representative.

Most Sincerely Yours,
Priscus Flavius Constantinus Zardicus, Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs


BY ORDER OF HIS EXCELLENCY, HIGH CONSUL NAUTILUS LEXICUS SPIRTZIUS

SPQV

Posted Image

His Royal Majesty, King Oscar III
'Deus et Dies'

By the Grace of God, King of Sviardia and Nordrvegria, King of the Goths, the Geats and the Wends
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Anglea
Member Avatar
The Federated Kingdom

Lord George Pinkton, Deputy for Diplomacy, knocked on the heavy wooden door. Unlike many of his counterparts, he did not fear meeting with Lady Lucille Eisenberg [Info], King Bernhard's overweight and astonishingly irritable wife. Without an answer, Pinkton, a tall man with an unhealthy slim figure, knocked again, more loudly.

"What is it?" A hoarse voice retorted almost immediately, "It's after 9pm, dammit!"

Pinkton, undeterred by the hostility, opened the door slowly to the thick smell of lavender perfume. His eyes watered immediately, as he entered Lady Lucille's luxurious private study, quietly closing the door behind him.

"Georgie!" Lucille shrieked, as she swiveled around on her office chair (custom made for her size), "Thank god it's you, darling! I thought it was one of those filthy servants! They 'aven't left me alone all day! Sizing me for this 'n that, installing lights n' furniture, touching everything! What a horrific mess!"

Lady Lucille, almost emotionally breaking down under the intense trauma of the day, shifted her weight onto her legs and stampeded over to Lord Pinkton and embraced him. It had become the subject of rumor among Austianese government circles, the relationship which George and Lucille had developed. King Bernhard, with his frequent absence, had put the royal relationship under severe strain, and Lady Lucille had since shown a great deal of affection towards the Deputy for Diplomacy. However, at this stage, it was purely platonic.

"Your... Majesty," Lord Pinkton wheezed, suffocating between the bosoms of Lucille, "I... please..."

Lady Lucille released her grasp of the Lord and returned to her seat. Lord Pinkton, standing at the door, gasped for a moment, attempting to hide any distress so as to not cause offense.

"What is it Georgie?" Lucille asked, clumsily moving in her chair to find a comfortable position.

"The government of Konigmark, has, uh," Pinkton wheezed, not entirely acclimatized to the humidity and the pungent scent of the room, "... has invited foreign diplomats to their nation, in order to address their nation's foreign policy. His Majesty has requested that you attend, My Lady. He believes you are a suitable person to lead a group of diplomats to Konigmark. I have a communique awaiting your approval."

"Konigmark!" Lucille gasped, now in a more stern tone, "I request to be sent on foreign duties and Bernie sends me to Konigmark! What a bloody hole! I suppose I have no choice in the matter, eh? Tell 'im I'll be more than happy to go, just make sure I don't go anywhere near 'them exotic Konigmark foods!"

Posted Image
THE FEDERATED KINGDOM OF ANGLEA AND CAMBRIA | KING JOSEPH J. POWELL | POPULATION: 69M | CAPITAL: THE CITY OF CASTRATENEPosted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Nova Decapita
Member Avatar
New Decaff

[OOC: Thanks for this, guys]

President Karenina was in her new study when Mark Jean-Luc arrived with a letter in hand.

"Mark?" she said, "What brings you here?"
"This letter" he replied. "It's from an unknown location. They clearly don't have internet in that place..."
"Stop jabbering and let me read it," she responded impatiently.

After reading the letter, she thought for a moment, before saying, "Well, it looks like you're going to have to go. It's an important opportunity for us to make peace with another nation, and an unknown one come to that. If we get to them first, they might treat us better..."
"What should I do?"
"You can go, now. And you might need a coat as well - I traced the letter down to a sub-zero mountain range."

Mark left, feeling a little bit bemused, while Eva composed a letter to be sent to Konigmark:

For the leader of Konigmark
 
To the leader of Konigmark,
this sounds like an interesting opportunity for us. I have sent an ambassador to Zhukograd to attend this meeting of nations, and we would be delighted if we could achieve some kind of peace. Also, please excuse me for not knowing your name, but we've never actually seen your undoubtedly great nation.

Yours,
President Eva Karenina, Ruler of New + Southern DeCapito
The Republic of Nova Decapita

- President Carmen Leonora -
- Partido de Centro -
- Next election is 23rd August 1408 -

Current seats in the Salón de los Señores

Posted Image

- My factbook -
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Medai
Member Avatar


Posted Image
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Santa Colona
Member Avatar
Principality of Santa Colona

Nikolas Bolton approached the giant oak doors of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. It was snowing heavily, and the wind was blowing harshly, making visibility almost zero. He tensed up his shoulders and tightened his woolen scarf around his mouth and neck as he approached the shivering guards.

As he approached, he pulled his gloved hand out of his pocket, showing his identification card to the guards stationed at the door. The guard on the left nodded, and the large doors creaked open, and Nikolas rushed inside eager to get away from the blizzard.

As he entered, a wall of warm air hit him and he removed his puffy fur overcoat and scarf, hanging them on the coat hanger just inside of the door. The cavernous entrance hall was full of burning fireplaces and glass chandeliers, giving a very grandiose look to the scarcely-used building.

He approached the reception desk and placed his government identification on the marble counter.

"I need to open up the reception hall and the auditorium," he commanded curtly, his voice barely a whisper.

"Yes sir, right away," the pretty receptionist replied, picking up the ancient dial-phone.

Nikolas Bolton marched into the auditorium, his polished shoes clacking on the marble floor. As he entered, he heard the telltale humming of the film projector and the loud blare of Konigali propaganda music. There was only one person sitting in the auditorium, and he immediately recognized it as his brother, Aleksandr.

"Get out!" Nikolas shouted over the noise of the propaganda reel.

"What? Oh, I didn't see you there!"

Aleksandr quickly hopped up and signaled to the guard in the reel room to stop the projector.

"I need this auditorium. We're holding a press conference," Nikolas said, strolling to the front of the room.

"Man, didn't you schedule that forever ago?"

"Yes."

"Alright, whatever. I'll go chill in the Commerce building."

Aleksandr exited the room, twirling his cane. Nikolas shook his head. Aleksandr was much too light-hearted to be in politics, let alone manage the Ministry of Commerce. He'd have to deal with him later, though. He had to make sure everything was in order for the conference.
Posted Image

Principality of Santa Colona
Crowned Prince Bakar I Falkasantos
First of His Name
Head of the Reformed Colonese Church
Defender of the Faith
Savior of the Basque People
Protector of the Realm
Crowned Prince of Santa Colona and Her Colonies
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Mastropa
Member Avatar
Zinovios Mesolongias, Epistatis

Ambassador Rodos looked out at the blizzard blowing past the window of his diplomatic car and wondered how in the world the engine hadn’t yet frozen on the thing. It was a rented vehicle, of course, and thus it had been built to withstand the local climate, but even so it seemed a miracle that such a vehicle could survive in these conditions. Rodos jotted down a note to suggest further research on cold-weather mechanical operation and engineering, in order to ensure that Achaian Peloponnese would not be unprepared if anything were to lead their products, or their armies, into such a wintery climate.

Slowly, the car pulled up to the front doors of an official-looking building, and the driver visibly steeled himself before opening the front door and pushing his way out into the snow. Rodos mirrored the man’s actions as he came to the back door and opened it, sending a blast of cold into Rodos’s face and causing the ambassador to scowl. He quickly stepped out of the vehicle, taking just enough time to ensure that he would not immediately slip and fall on any unnoticeable ice—or even the snow itself—and striding as swiftly as the blowing snow would allow him toward the large doors before him.

Pushing open one of the doors, Rodos stepped into the much warmer interior of the building and looked around. He saw a receptionist’s desk nearby, complete with receptionist, and thanked Makaria that he would not be left to his own devices here. “Excuse me,” he said, catching the woman’s attention. “I am Ambassador Rodos, representing Anax Kerameikos of Achaian Peloponnese. I am here for a public diplomatic gathering. Where will I find Minister Nikolas Bolton?”
Posted Image
MAKARIA to the Achaian People:
Be as Many as the Stars
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Santa Colona
Member Avatar
Principality of Santa Colona

The receptionist glanced at her list, and then deftly pointed towards a leather seat placed against the wall of the building.

"Minister Bolton is busy, and will see you when the rest of the guests arrive," the blonde said curtly.

The reception that had been organized for the arriving ambassadors consisted of several chairs and a decorated table holding assorted Konigali pastries and coffee. The pastries were cold already, having been set out in the spacious halls several hours before, and the coffee was merely lukewarm.

Above the table was a large banner with the words "De angustia, et libertas!" scrawled across the bottom and the silhouette of the Konigali hawk hung above the table.
Posted Image

Principality of Santa Colona
Crowned Prince Bakar I Falkasantos
First of His Name
Head of the Reformed Colonese Church
Defender of the Faith
Savior of the Basque People
Protector of the Realm
Crowned Prince of Santa Colona and Her Colonies
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Sviardia-Nordrvegria
Member Avatar
Dicktator Dimi

The Valkanian Diplomatic Mission's Car moved outside the conference hall, coming to a halt outside its main door. Domitia stepped out of the car. This place is really cold she thought being reminded of her home in Zardium; let's hope this meeting produces a result worthy of upgrading the honorary consulate to a full embassy. She noticed a receptionist and spoke to her;
"Excuse me Madam. My name is Domitia Aurelia Zardica, I am the Honorary Consul of the Federative Republic of Valkany to Konigmark. Is this where the Press Conference is being hosted?"
Posted Image

His Royal Majesty, King Oscar III
'Deus et Dies'

By the Grace of God, King of Sviardia and Nordrvegria, King of the Goths, the Geats and the Wends
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Santa Colona
Member Avatar
Principality of Santa Colona

The blonde receptionist looked up from her sketches, and saw the woman standing before her.

"Is this where the press conference is being hosted?"

The receptionist checked her list quickly, and pointed once again to the reception area.

"Minister Bolton will meet you once all the delegates have arrived," she sighed, returning back to her sketchbook.
Posted Image

Principality of Santa Colona
Crowned Prince Bakar I Falkasantos
First of His Name
Head of the Reformed Colonese Church
Defender of the Faith
Savior of the Basque People
Protector of the Realm
Crowned Prince of Santa Colona and Her Colonies
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Mastropa
Member Avatar
Zinovios Mesolongias, Epistatis

Rodos raised a brow at the apparent lack of qualified receptionists in Konigmark, before nodding to the woman who was pretending to be one behind the receptionist’s desk. Moving off toward the refreshment table, the ambassador snorted when he discovered the quality of the offerings. ‘I obviously need to lower my expectations of this nation,’ Rodos thought to himself. ‘Unless Minister Bolton has any useful surprises, it is doubtful that anyone, Achaian or otherwise, would be willing to put up with this treatment in order to do business here.’
Posted Image
MAKARIA to the Achaian People:
Be as Many as the Stars
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Sviardia-Nordrvegria
Member Avatar
Dicktator Dimi

"Thank you for your time. Have a nice day." Domitia cracked a smile before moving on to the waiting area. Inside she found a man, probably another Ambassador. She went up to the man hoping to kill time during the long wait by speaking with someone.
"Excuse me sir. I'm Honorary Consul Domitia Aurelia Zardica of Valkany. Would you mind if I sat next to you and conversed?"
Edited by Sviardia-Nordrvegria, Sep 7 2014, 10:24 PM.
Posted Image

His Royal Majesty, King Oscar III
'Deus et Dies'

By the Grace of God, King of Sviardia and Nordrvegria, King of the Goths, the Geats and the Wends
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
Mastropa
Member Avatar
Zinovios Mesolongias, Epistatis

Ambassador Rodos, having just decided to give up on the coffee, turned upon hearing a new voice. He took half a second to consider the woman’s accent and dress before he identified her as Valkanian. That essentially reduced all of his available answers to one.

“Achaian Peloponnese has nothing to discuss with the nation of Valkany,” Rodos said bluntly. “And I have been told that many ambassadors and many basileis have been waiting for a very long time for the opportunity to say that to a Valkanian in person. Until my government receives a formal apology from Valkany for the insults aimed at our Minister of the Exterior and our Basileus of International Political Outreach, you will have to put up with my silence. If you’ll excuse me…” The ambassador turned away from the Valkanian woman and moved to a seat near to the door, in the hopes of engaging other diplomats as they arrived.

[OOC: http://w11.zetaboards.com/Supreme_Union/single/?p=8200828&t=10229650 It’s a very bad idea to shout at important diplomatic personages—especially when one of them is essentially the second-in-command of an entire nation.]
Edited by Mastropa, Sep 7 2014, 10:36 PM.
Posted Image
MAKARIA to the Achaian People:
Be as Many as the Stars
Offline Profile Quote Post Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Join the millions that use us for their forum communities. Create your own forum today.
Learn More · Register Now
Go to Next Page
« Previous Topic · Diplomacy · Next Topic »
Add Reply